"Shit..." I heard Jackson curse from beside me, but I was still staring at the article in confusion. I shook my head and rubbed my eyes to make sure if what I was seeing was real.
There we were in the back of the car. The same car that we took to go shopping a few minutes ago. There was Tony in the front seat, driving. And there was Jackson and I in the back seats. Kissing? But we didn't kiss whatsoever that entire trip...
I thought back to how Jackson leaned into me and whispered in my ear. I groaned in agitation. They got it all wrong. All of it wrong. How the hell did they make it seem like we were actually kissing? Who took this picture? How didn't we see them take the picture? From the way the picture was taken, they were right in front of us. So many questions ran through my head and I didn't know who to throw them at first. "Jackson, what is this?" I finally turned to see him, glaring at his phone in hand. "We need to do something about this."
"It's too late. Nothing can be done." He dropped the phone onto the counter carelessly before storming off past Tony.
I tried to run after him, but felt a strong grip on my arm. "Let me go." I wiggled as Tony stared me down. "This affects me too and I have a right to know what's going to happen after this." For a spilt second his grip loosened, and I took my chance, slipping away from him and after Jackson. "Jackson!" I could feel my face growing hot. If it was possible, smoke would be shooting out from my ears. "Jackson!' I pounded hard on his bedroom door. No answer. That just made me angrier. I kept pounding, to the point that my fist was starting to hurt, but I didn't stop there. "If you don't open this do-" The door flew open and a hand shot out, throwing me into the dark space. I stumbled into the dark quiet room and spun around to see Jackson facing me with his arms crossed. I huffed, copying his stance. "You need to get rid of that picture."
A word didn't come out from him, instead he just stood there, and for a minute I thought I saw him glare at me in disgust. His eyes swept from up and down my body and I shivered in anticipation.
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"Jackson, I'm serious-"
"Did you know who I was from the beginning?" He interrupted.
"What?"
"I said, did you know who I was from the beginning? Did you lie to me?" His voice rose, filling up the space around us. "Did you plan everything? The group of girls? The camera man? Was everything you planned the way you wanted ?" He sneered.
I gasped, taking a step back at his accusations. I was scared for a moment, but then I remembered how much anger flowed through my body while I was running after him. I balled my fists at my side. Gritting my teeth, I stood my ground. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" I retorted, not bothering to lower my voice, because it seemed at this point a shouting match was about to begin. "Why would I waste my time planning something like this for a cocky asshole like you! I'll admit it. When I met you, I didn't know who exactly you were right away, but eventually I figured it out. You're Jackson Wang. An idol and member of Got7, and you also have your own brand called Team Wang. That is honestly everything I know about you! I could care less about your private life or you for that matter. I didn't ask you to help me that day and I most definitely didn't plan for any of this to happen! You're so full of yourself. You know that? Do you honestly think this won't affect me too?! Somehow in a matter of only a few minutes, people, specifically YOUR fans, have already figured out who I am and are threatening me!"
